Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Keilani, thanks for being so nice. That’s won’t be necessary.”

Tyrone gazed at Keilani, his eyes carrying a subtle warning.

Maybe it was Tyrone’s stern look that made Keilani start to speak, then stop short.

Tyrone took Jennie to a big mall downtown. There was this massive children’s park in the basement.

Jennie, still a kid, loved the amusement park. She played there for almost an hour.

When Jennie was exhausted from playing, Tyrone led her to a stall and got her some drink.

The stall was packed, mostly with young girls. People kept sneaking peeks at Tyrone.

whispering, “See

with him. She murmured, “Too bad he’s got a kid. Otherwise, I would’ve hit him

N G E L A ‘s

dashing and excellent with kids. That’s wonderful. Unlike my boyfriend, who’s constantly

picked up the drink, slipped a straw into it, and handed

the drink, sipping it cautiously. After she had consumed about

glimpse of her doing this and she flashed him

out a couple of toys for Jennie. They were intricate wooden models that formed a detailed ship and

the toys, Tyrone suggested, “Let’s

the restroom,

to the restroom. Can you manage on your own

confident about going to the restroom alone, not